Girl, Interrupted

I'm a little lady, with a soul saturated in love and dampened by hate. I eat only the flora of the earth and have an insurmountable adoration for my nonhuman friends. I nurse the sick and the old overnight, then spend my waking hours of the day trying to find adventure, seeking always the hidden and the mystical. I have a capricious, wandering spirit... who knows where or what I'll be, even a week, or a day from now.

[maza-dohta]

we swallow our most tender secrets we love like carnivores, by the neck.

Pavana पवन (via 7-weeks)

[wordsnquotes]

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

Plato (via wordsnquotes)

[babyanimalposts]

[nullalibertas-deactivated201612]

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

Wishful thinking   (via unesaisonenenfer)

I shouldn't miss you, but I do.

[larmoyante]

Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. There should be stars for great wars like ours.

Sandra Cisneros, One Last Poem for Richard (via avvfvl)

[naturaekos]

There are some things about myself that I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail, the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared, I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

Haruki Murakami (via atmosthetic)

[dawnsdahlia]

You gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hourglass with sand spilling from behind your ribs; you wasted my time.

Rudy Francisco “Scars” (via avvfvl)

[madgirlf]

I might flinch the first time you try to touch me- this doesn’t mean I don’t like you all it means is that there was one before you who was not nearly as gentle as you are and so we must take our time now we must take our time

Fortesa Latifi - To Whoever Is Next (via madgirlf)

[sunst0ne]

Sadness came back I can’t believe I didn’t check to see who was knocking at the door before Letting it in.

Lucas Regazzi (via sunst0ne)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)

[girlinlondon]

Something else is hurting you—that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

Charles Bukowski (via girlinlondon)

[theunquotables]

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

Jack Kerouac (via avvfvl)

[animalsandtrees]

We are vegans not simply because being vegan will reduce suffering. We are vegan because every sentient being values her or his life even if no one else does. We are vegan because justice minimally requires that we not take life for trivial purposes.

Gary L. Francione: The Abolitionist Approach to Animal Rights

(via animalsandtrees)

[featherfall-deactivated20160903]

…the older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious.

Sophie Heawood  (via brosetta-stone)

YES, exactly.

(via whennewyorksizzles)

[giveafuckaboutnature]

Cruelty-Free Cosmetics

[ashleighhhbaby]

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.

Ingmar Bergman (via heavydrug)

[kushandwizdom]

I hate the idea of lonely. And I hate the reality of attachment.

Reyna Biddy (via splitterherzen)

Fuck

(via ariacqua)